I had to work yesterday when Vancouver got hit with the annual ONE Day of snow. I enviously watched my Facebook feed of family and friends playing in their backyards building snowmen and plopping into the snow to make snow angels.

As usual today the temperature is warmer and the snow is slushy. On the way to give Auntie Robin her gift Little A picked up some snow and threw a snowball at me and started laughing her little head off. OH GAME ON! I picked up a bit of snow – hey good packing snow.

We were going to make a snowman, not just any snowman – a rainbow snowman. We built a snowman, went hunting for rocks and branches, grabbed a carrot and some cranberries – for the nose and eyes of course.

Then I grabbed her paint and it was time to make this snowman the coolest dude on the block. Little A was so engrossed in painting her snowman. She made buttons, pants, painted a smile, added hair and cheeks.

I stayed home with Little A today. Usually a day off with her is filled with adventures and lunch somewhere, but not today. She’s under the weather and has almost no energy. There were only two small bursts of liveliness out of her today. Most of her day she only wanted to be cuddled on me reading books, watching tv or me telling her impromptu stories about secret rooftop gardens.

This morning after a little smoothie I decided to do runway painting. A revised version to what I’d do in the summer because I didn’t want to go full messy inside. But this summer I want to do a big messy one with her this summer and frame it with both her feet. We switched her pj bottoms for a skirt and got set up.

So I set up a long strip of paper and taped it down so there’d be no slipping. Grabbed a bucket with some water, our tempra paint pods and two paint brushes.

We coated Little A’s soles of her feet then I lifted her up, planted her down on the runway and said – OK run!

Running footprints

She thought this was great! We did a few runs with her feet. I only got to help her paint her feet once, she wanted to “do it myself”. Ya go for it – this is your paint play not mine.

Painting her feet

Then she decided to do a bear walk with her painted hands. So she loaded up her fingers and palm.

How about my hands mommy?

Swishing her hand for more designs

Of course being two years old, paint went on her legs and the back of her hand, across her cheek, each time we tried to figure out how to transfer it onto the paper. Sometimes it worked, other times she just moved onto the next body part.

Loading up her paintbrush

The game didn’t last too long because she soon wanted to have a shower-bath to clean herself off. But it was entertaining and got her blood flowing without being outside (where it was trying very hard to snow).

We took one more little opportunity of an increase in her energy to go outside for some fresh air but after only two blocks she said she was too tired to go any further. We came home and I tucked her in on the couch where she fell asleep within the opening credits of her TV obsession “Little Einsteins”.

Do you know what it is like to have an idea, to foster that idea (into a script), to surround yourself with talent and to make that idea a reality- something tangible? Loads of people say “one day I’ll make a movie” or “I’ve go this great script” but for whatever reason the idea faded to the back burner and slowly extinguished into itself.

But for some an idea does turn into something real. And how amazing is that. No seriously, how freaking amazing is that. It is not easy. It takes dedication, and commitment. It calls for an alignment of goals, sticking to them even when the money runs out, and making decisions right for a project that may at the time appear selfish but in the long run are right for a bigger picture. Long hours, Big Decisions, No Easy Wins.

It has been a long road. Many hours of planning and discussions about the correct execution and delivery of the story with the director, DP and himself. My husband spent countless hours wrapping his mind around this script through all stages of production. Long days of shooting – crew members working for the love of the art, talent so taken by the script they wanted more and others contributing via an indiegogo campaign (http://www.indiegogo.com/corvusfilm) for the last push in hopes of seeing a finished product. Now it is a Film Noir Short Film ready to show the world!

It is never easy being a “film” mom. But this post is not about that. This is about how proud I am of my husband and his achievement. He probably doesn’t get enough praise at home because I’m too wrapped up in the day to day goings on about my own work and our family to look up. But I want him, and the world to know how amazing this success is – I want to take a moment – for him to take a moment to take all in – to breath in this success, his success- actually to take a few good deep breaths- success like his should feel like a wonderful crisp cool breeze waking you from a restful sleep – I am proud and consider myself very lucky to have him as a best friend.

I am honoured to be a small part (really just in a supportive role) of this beautiful, thought provoking film. What a dream come true for my husband. He is honestly amazing at what he does. I LOVE to watch him at work. There are days I miss being his coordinator. I think back to being engaged and falling deeper in love with him because I could watch him at work. He knows equipment, how it works, and because of that how to make a film look better. But even more than being a smart man, he walks the walk, he is respectful, honorable, and loves what he does. He can work a room like no other – but it isn’t the stereotypical Hollywood producer type- he creates a positive energy, he will have you laughing even when behind schedule, and cares for everyone he works with. I miss being able to watch him work. He is right where he wants to be and has so much more to look forward to.

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